Aubrey's POV

　　The morning sunlight slanted through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. I blinked against the light, slowly becoming aware of the soft sheets tangled around my legs, the quiet hum of the city outside, and Joseph's arm resting lightly across my waist.

　　I froze.

　　He was still asleep, face relaxed in that peaceful way people only have in the early hours before the world claws them back into its chaos. His hair was tousled ...